Dark Dive
I’m drowning, and that’s not a figure of speech.
Fiction
The Cog and the Crank
The winding of the crank was maddening at first. The way the machine ticked and whirred synced with his motion. Or perhaps he synced with its motion. It didn’t bother him any
The Song of Cyrus
I run down another twisted, winding hallway, and still that infernal song finds me. It has followed me, even into the desolation of this place. Even the walls of my prison seem to
A Heart on a Chain
Any ordinary girl would have been asleep when the stars were waking. Their eyes had been opened with the moonrise. The giant clock in the sky ticked along to the beat as it
Bad Bones
There stood a boy, speaking as if he were an expert. Only he had no idea what he was talking about. My opinion on the subject of such persons is not kind, I’